I married a teacher for a wife maybe a companion,
But all I get are rough handling for a caressing,
She has bruises all over her hands coz of the cane
I once heard adversity makes strange bedfellows
This best explains how we got into each other since I'm also a descendant.
Last season she chopped off her fingers in the kitchen,
All things grew with time-excerpt grief so she healed
All the students were happy for she couldn't hold the cane.
Neither could she hold the chalk nor the book,
I heard that the students prayed she also lose her eyesight.
Yeah eyesight so that she can't see them.
The good thing she used to teach candidates.
Another day , another dollar.
That can best describe my work,
The fruits of my toil are seen in my wife
We have no kids but pets for children.
I'm fed up of hard touches and gloomy face for kisses.
All I can do is to wish she die soon.
I love my wife.
But all I wish is that she finds another man for a husband.
I can't ask for a divorce for I love her.
I don't want to kill her while she's alive.
That's why I insist she visit her parents frequently
All I want is to reverse things
Maybe her profession too
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